Some folk just have no sense of fun. And considering a response to my last post, which I had to edit for fear of retribution of the most heinous female kind, it came to my mind that the only response was another poetical one, since I only think in rhymes.
Faain Bye ( A ting only weemin dö)
Followin on fae da last post I med,
some een girned hard at da tings dat I sed.
A'm no sure I ken whit wis irkin hir birse,
apairt fae her sittin flat on her erse.
I only ever write whit I see,
so why dö fok tak dat oot on me.
If dey dunna want ta end in me verses,
staand at da bar, dunna faa 'pö dir erses.